Isn't life strange?

Isn’t life strange, I have pondered again
from a sweet Summer’s day to a soul in the rain,
So many blind questions that I can’t explain
Yet I guess there are answers awaiting a train,
Overdue on a platform so many tears wait
With such great expectations behind the gold gate
To explore the great world set so curiously
In all that has been and in all that will be.


Doesn’t life cry when it’s moments are gone
And when no-one’s recalling  a sun that once shone
On the rhythmic remembrance of yesterday’s song
For a sun never goes where it doesn’t belong,
Where a criss-cross of shadows glow stepping stone grey
When their curtains are drawn at the end of the day
As the evening yawns softly and rises once more
When it’s night dreams drift close and rap twice on the door.


Doesn’t time run down the night’s window panes
Like a raindrop remembrance that never explains
Why each memory meanders so carelessly on
Until every last vestige of starlight has gone,
And doesn’t life glow beneath neon trimmed skies
With no need of hellos and no need of goodbyes
Just a soft sighing weariness caught once again
And a thought of how sometimes it can be insane.


Life’s pebbles are hard through the holes in our shoes
When it seems like forever is singing the blues
Like those hazel flecked eyes of extinguished surprise
Looking sadly to earth as their last image dies,
And when clouds cast their shade through dark splintering green
As the forest crawls forth from where tired branches lean,
  And it seems there are some things that can be undone
It is too late to try when the reasons are gone…